a playa hand Smoke somethin', I'm a fiend for the sticky green My whole team, keep it clean like a pinky ring Hardcore like a scene in Cabrini Green Plenty green
Colorblind from Ice Cube's album Death Certificate Here's another day at the stoplight, I'm lookin in the mirror so I can see who can see me, South Central
best Is it the north, where people drink juice and Smirnoff? Girls go hard but they lips stay soft The west where cats throw jets to play Smokin' green all day
Here's another day at the stoplight I'm lookin' in my mirror so I can see who can see me South Central is puttin' Ice Cube to the test With four brothas
Hustlin to make a big buck, but that's ok [Verse 1] They say the top ain't acting funny He ain't holla'd a day He got the top back, you know his new
in ruins, but there's a flower in the crack of the streets Olivia, Olivia, I'll give you my best safe in my arms, I'll lay you to rest you can borrow
, they laugh at the white doves That rest on their hands with the touch of love. And the sound of their laughter is the sound of the green sea As it
go back again Though I'm content with myself Sometimes I long to be somewhere else I try to do what I can But with our day to day demands We all need
pin you all and in disguises. So if you wanna come test, definate action must procede, but before it goes down, I got's to alert tha rest of my family
, nevertheless I got my pay, if you wanna play me I'm gon' buck (buck...) with my gauge Go ahead, make my day Either which way it go, you won't be
the few gon get the glee ton All we r is Mo Thug, taking off since our regime It's the mercenary of the whole team N puff the green, until we all with
cut my lawn And there's no one in the world I'm counting on There's a war ragin' outside, I hope my grass stays green Till the day is late and we let
's the only resting place for me I want to go to steel guitar Heaven There's a lot of swinging cats I been wanting to see Like Joaquin Murphy and Jimmy Day
Now im setting the threat, but now im recording they sendin check, man ill stash half the cash and spend the rest, and i would of been broke like yall
of white ivory, a gown of white lace Lies still in the magic of a timeless place One hundred small children, they laugh at the white doves That rest on
I dwell in the north in the green country Far I'm here, far I'm here And I take to my rest at the end of day Whilst overhead pretty stars do play And
hear was its slither and creep It cast an envious stare at the boatman Slid into the water and swam to the boat He stood hypnotised by its green jealous